erns on it, with a faint glow pulsing within.A white ten-year soul ring rose from beneath his feet. Wan Yunchao silently urged the soul ring, and in an instant, a blade aura erupted from the upper hal...She was still a woman, looking like she was in her twenties. A light gauze veil covered her face, and she wore a white dress. 。Her delicate figure was partially concealed by the white sand, and a pale hand reached out, pointing at Ye Xinglan's nape. 。Stars reappeared, appearing with pinpoint accuracy behind their own head. 。A crisp "ding" sound 。ce, under normal circumstances, is definitely not something a teenager with only a few dozen levels of soul power could withstand. Yet now it has vanished without a trace, this is too unreasonable. 。"...